But first, suppose we leave the Boggart's demesne, and pay a visit to the theatre of his strange doings.

At the gate, which leads into the meadow, we saw the boggart—in the form of an old lady, with a withered face.

"Thoud'st best lem me be, ey tell thee," replied the boggart gruffly.

In it there is many a boggart story, brought down from the past, many a spot of fearful repute among native people.